C147 See also Ling Siyang (1)

Yin Feng sighed, looked up at her, and couldn't help but smile: "I'm fine."

Now, he could actually say that he was fine. Su Tong subconsciously held onto his wrist, probed his pulse, and then hurriedly held onto his chest, feeling that weak heartbeat and the internal energy in his body that was burning so violently that it seemed like he was going to vomit blood